Stepping Stones |
Tonight is a night for thinking. As I sit here in front of the computer, no sound but the clock ticking and the pounding of the keyboard. It would seem lonely to most. I feel freedom as I always do...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:48:00 GMT |
Too Many Love Stories |
Time, there is never enough time to say what we need to say. How do we find the words our hearts are searching for? I do not know. My eyes are soar from the dried up tears. I sit silently as not t...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 21:36:00 GMT |
things that come out of the dark |
At night I feel the most at home sitting in silence, sitting alone. My thoughts are free to wander and play with no expectations from any which way. It's in this blissful free time for me that I hav...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:22:00 GMT |
wearing mask |
There is nothing I hate more than people who pretend to be your friend and then stab you in the back every chance they get! I'm tired of the scars left from the jabs, I will nolonger stand by an...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:25:00 GMT |
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How long could a heart beat if the blood never returned to be refreshed and restored before starting the long journey alone again?
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 21:47:00 GMT |
Life is Short. Love Long. |
In the past few days I have struggled with the holding back of endless tears. Life is so short and we don’t even know how much time we have. I lost my father in September and the har...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 22:39:00 GMT |
A Choice |
Some days I'm torn between the happy and the sad. The long kiss goodnight or just going to bed. How much must I take before I can choose. I know not what the answers are or what ques...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:16:00 GMT |
The Look |
I have a question for you, okay maybe two, what is it you see darling when I look at you?
Can you see the love that I have for you inside, every time I'm near you do my eyes begin to shine?
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 21:07:00 GMT |
A Peek Inside |
Don't bother trying to understand
Everything sooner or later comes to an end
Please, stop asking me if I'm alright
Realize I will never let you see that side
Expect that sometimes I will cry
Somewhere...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 17:13:00 GMT |
It’s The Little Things |
It's the simplest things in life that substain me. A comment on myspace, a hug from a friend, a text message, a phone call, just small things that remind me everyday that someone out there cares...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 21:01:00 GMT |
